"Then she knows good material. Was her gown tailor-made?"
"Might have been. Why?"
"Because if her white linen gowns are tailored she has money and is used to spending it for clothes. I'm sure she meant the price was too low. Did she say when she was coming?"
"Next week. She didn't say what day."
Waiting
"Then," sighed Barbara, "all we can do is to wait."
"We'll wait until she comes, or has had time to. In the meantime, I'm going to show my quilts to those old ladies and take down a jar or two of preserves. I wish you'd write to the people who left orders last year, and ask if they want preserves or jam or jelly, or pickles, or quilts, or anything. It would be nice to get some orders in before we buy the fruit."
Barbara put down her book, asked for the pen and ink, and went cheerfully to work, with the aid of Aunt Miriam's small memorandum book which contained a list of addresses.
"What colour is her hair, Aunty?" she asked, as she blotted and turned her first neat page.